The Aesthetic

My constitution is empty
I am merely an aesthetic
An idea of something
Like motion
Kinesthetic
From my platform where I sit
Chained
I address the senate
Weeping, gnashing teeth
Spotlit, spectacle
Unrepentant
Wait, you felt that too?
I thought only I could see 'em
The birds of prey that circle overhead like demon beings
Trapped in a dream, within a dream
Within a dream, within a Halloween dream (spooky)
Represented only by Aesthetic like a movie screen
2D / Space Jam / Mass shooting / 8 chan
Yea I got jokes
I'm so goofy
Do the most
Looney Tune a ghost (ghost)
Picking toads with Mickey
Licking sticky notes
Eyes like pizza pies
Under moon
Crying out to God like
"Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to the fiery fire & fry...
Draw straws with Nostradamus, waiting for me to show up (partytime)

Oh, I tremble
I am just aesthetic
If you strip me of my image then there'd be nothing left
What's my likeness? Can you guess?
In whose image was I fashioned?
Perhaps what I represent surpasses all logic or ration (False idol)
I've such sights to show you
Electric, prophetic
Feel my pain, taste my pleasures
They cannot be named or measured
Again I ask
What's my likeness, can you guess?
After whose image was I fashioned after?
Try your best
Just follow sounds of laughter and the stench of death
Oh, my time is running out
And my image still as hollow as these words that fall from mouth
Between two pillars, stand like Sampson
My eyes from me they gouged
So now I enter into final act to perform for my final crowd...

Though you've taken my sight, I'm still one for those who behold me
And though I've no body, yours will grow decrepit and old
While my aesthetic lives forever, Amen, with no beginning or end to tell
Made in my own image
Portrait of an artist
Likeness of my own self

I'll see you all in hell